She could see the dust in the distance, moving up her driveway, even before She saw the car that generated it.
"Afternoon," he said while his tires still crunched the gravel beneath them.
"Hi there," she said smiling. "Terry." She held out her hand and he shook it.
"Blaine. Sorry to disturb you but I'm hopelessly lost. Do you have any idea where this is?" He handed her a paper with a map and list of directions.
"You're not disturbing me. We don't get many visitors out here. You look thirsty...could you use a beer?"
"That would be great," he said, getting out of his car.
"You're a long drink of water," Terry drawled, squinting up at Blaine who stood six feet six in his boots.
Both smiled at her obvious double entendre.
She's cute...and helpful,
he thought so Blaine said nothing. She was a little older than he'd first thought when he saw her in tight jeans as he drove up. He could tell immediately that she was attracted by the taboo of his dark chocolate skin.
"Wait here. I'll get the beers and a map."
"Fuck it," Blaine said in frustration as they neared the bottom of their bottles. "I'm never going to find it using a map. Where's the nearest town?"
"Just up the road...forty miles or so. What do you say? One more beer before you go?"
"Why not."
Blaine deliberately let his long fingers play with the long neck bottle. They'd been described as like king crab legs and the dwarfed the bottle. He could see her eyeing them and knew she wanted to say something but was afraid to make the first move.
"Fingers are so big and clumsy," he said, opening up the conversation to move in more erotic directions. He held them up so she could get a good look. He knew it wouldn't be long before they'd be discussing the length of something else. The curiosity of the middle aged white wife is a powerful thing.
"Is it true?" she asked, taking hold of one of his fingers, examining it, caressing it.
"Is what true?"
"You know."
"Maybe you better tell me. I don't want to get my face slapped for answering the wrong question."
"Would you like to come inside?"
"What about your husband?" he asked, tracing the wedding band on her finger. "He doesn't mind?"
"He doesn't mind what he doesn't know." Terry took his hand to lead him inside.
"There's something you should know first."
"What's that?"
"It's what we'll do. You should know that I only permit fellatio on the first date."
"First date? Ha!" she laughed. "Is that what you call this, a date?"
"Not sure what else to call it."
"How about a fuck? That's what it is."
"I suppose you're right...except for the fucking part."
"You're serious?" she asked.
"Perfectly," he answered.
"You think I'm just going to suck you off and you'll go on your merry way?"
"I don't know if you will or not, but that's the offer?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"I blow you and I get nothing out of it?"
"That's not true," he told her.
"What's not true?"
"That you get nothing out of it. Actually you'll get a great deal out of it."
"I'm sure I will," she said sarcastically, "but I meant pleasure, not having you blow your load down my throat."
"That's not what I meant. You will derive a great deal of pleasure too."
"You're crazy...that's the nuttiest thing I ever heard."
"I understand," he said. "It is a bit bizarre when you first think about it. Well, I better get going up the road then." He stepped over to his car.
"Wait," she said, going to stand in front of him. She caressed his bare forearms with her hands. "You understand you're turning down the chance to fuck me." Perhaps he'd misunderstood her offer, she hoped.
"Yes. Don't be offended, I'm sure there are many others who'd like my place."
"You're damn right there are!" she spat. But she found herself uncertain at experiencing sexual rejection for the first time in her life. She softened her tone, "What's wrong with giving each other pleasure?"
"Nothing at all. It's unfortunate that you don't understand that's just what we'll be doing. You've never been with a black man, have you?"
"No."
"It's different. White men turn themselves inside out trying to please you. I'll use you. That's all I can promise. I'll use you for my pleasure. You'll service me, nothing more, nothing less."
"It sounds so unfair."
